Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Inner City to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Harry Pussy,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
The Birthday Party,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Marmalade,
Black Flag,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
Nas,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Gerry Rafferty,
Harpers Bizarre,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Make Up,
Kayak,
the Slits,
Lou Reed,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Aural Exciters,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.